Beloved Lost
In comes the word of life undone
That tragedy struck and bereaved me so
Could it be true that you left me my son
With no word of solace to comfort my soul
Shall misery and grief forever be upon my door
For daily I see the vanity of life in love once held
Frailty has out-paced my age, I look old am told
But upon the rugged cross in hope I pray
That in happiness and youthfulness we shall walk on gold
But till my breath is gone, this pain will stay.
Copyright © Mark Meck | Year Posted 2019
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